It takes so long
to heal the hurt
in one so young
A person wounded
the scars eternal
faded but ever present
who can say
if they can be overcome
fearing forever
the hurt that can be
I can't be the same
can I be new?
Moving forward
tied to the past
I'll try to escape my scars
leave this hurt behind
but do I have the strength
to be new
a small cut to ease the pain
a little blood to make me feel
true hurt eternal
can it ever heal?
Author notes
This poem is a few months old. It is another one of my typical poems with short lines. I like the way they break up some of the ideas. It seems to me that the shorter lines helps the reader consider each part of the ideas more fully. I don't know how others will view it but this is my personal opinion.
The central idea behind this poem came to me when I saw the scars I have left from a year of cutting. I was wondering if I will ever be able to move past that phase in my life and if I'll ever be able to get to a place where cutting is a distant memory.
Comments
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Fantastic!
There is a real flow to this piece. Possibly from the lack of punctuation, which also makes it a little confusing in places. You have captured well that confusion and fear over wondering whether the self-mutilation is finally over. At the same time, you've illustrated the memories provoked by the sight of old scars. I can't believe how well these two themes flow together in this piece; very good work. Your writing is a perfect balance of intimacy and aesthetic.
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